Sacrifice. Endurance. Fortitude. The stuff heroes are made of. And they all come down to one factor: laying one’s life on the altar.
In war-ravaged Democratic Republic of the Congo, we see an uncommon valor when translators, Bible storytellers, pastors — propelled by the love of God — go “back” into dangerous areas to take God’s Word to the hurting. They’re free. They’re out of harm’s way. But they return. And they go to great lengths to “infiltrate” the enemy’s occupied territory with God’s Truth. They have to look like they belong there. So they “dress” for the occasion.
The ragged-looking, unkempt men make their way through the jungle, sleeping outside, grappling for food, dodging bandits on patrol — they must stay alive. They’re driven. They have a Story to tell. They have to get to the next village.
The field coordinator for this devastated country said it reminded him much of when Jesus spoke with His disciples on the Road to Emmaus. Things looked bleak. All around them was despair. Then Jesus appeared. He encouraged them — gave them hope for the future. He had the words of life.
They had to tell somebody. Everybody.
“This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command” (John 15:12-14, NLT).